Caged Furniture

I love getting dressed up and going out — tight glamor dresses, sheer hose, designer high heels. This lucky little bitch in my cage gets to get a glimpse of my gorgeousness before I head out for the evening. With a little extra time on my hands, I decided to remove it and use it as a footrest while I fixed my lip gloss. It can't even do that right! When its leash falls to the floor it's time for a good sound cropping before it gets stuffed back in its steel home for the night. Returning home some hours later, it's good to find it right were I left it so it can lick the city street grime from the soles of my platform heels.